Jeremy Paul ~ http://www.jeremypaulwildlifeartist.co.uk


The rain is calling me
This morning
With tremulous voice
Come out into the garden
Heavy with tears
Dazzled with sorrow
Laden with memories
Each blade of grass
Each jeweled flower
Cries
A chorus of great sympathy
Wells up
Wracks the heart
Reaches out to me
The mercury sky
The sodden day
The dismal sparrow
The swelling symphony
Completely mine




Sara Mathews     January 2018
Rainy Day - sparrows by Jeremy Paul (used with permission)

I would like you to miss me
I don’t wish you sorrow
Or unbearable grief
Or despair
Only that you keep a special place
Away from anything mundane
A sacred spot
Where time and schedule
Have no hold
An island in your heart
That sand and water
Can’t erase
Nor years erode
And ceaseless current
Of all that living life requires
Must stop
And eddy there a while
Swirling memories

Sara Mathews     January 2018

               Photograph by Ingrid Mathews 

What makes a morning
Following goodbye
The indecisive
Grey blue
Blue grey
Sky of in between
Here nor there
Almosts 
And
Things that might have been
A slant of solemn sun
Peers through
The sponge of teary cloud
Wish
Wish for me
Though the dried leaf
Rattles
And the ground lacks life
And a chill hangs 
On every word
There is a glimmer
In the dying
A circling of hope
As other arms
Reach out with longing
Wanting for you
Waiting for you
All these days




Sara Mathews     January 2018